Care For Me

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Jungkook's POV

I carefully moved my mouth against Y/N's, savoring every millisecond of it and waiting for her to either kiss me back or push me away, but she did neither. My heart was pounding in my chest as if it was about to burst while my wolf was running wild in my head, going haywire about this closeness.
As was I.
Those pillowy lips of hers felt as if they had been divinely forged to perfectly fit and move against mine. Perhaps because they were. My side of the mate bond fulfilled me as the most soothing, enlightening, deep-reaching warmth. Like a blanket wrapping me up from the inside out. I felt home. I felt complete.

I finally found you, my utmost perfect mate.

Every craving I had had for her over these past weeks was instantly soothed and the guilt I had felt over feeling so intensely about her despite not knowing whether she was the one was entirely extinguished upon holding her like this. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. All mine. Peace of mind. So I couldn't help but pull her closer and surrender to this overwhelming flood of love, adoration and desire washing over me. Eventually, Y/N let out a faint sigh and parted her lips to give in to this kiss and let me deepen it. Heaven. Heaven!
I only parted from her to let us take a breath but continued brushing my lips over hers – my second favorite thing to do now. First came making her smile, which I could tell she did in the slightest at the moment. Thank goodness. I couldn't have stopped my lips from curving upwards even if I had wanted to. It was like I was hypnotized, moving on autopilot, knowing instinctively how to move. I lowered one of my hands from her cheek to her waist to press her against me and felt how her hands clasped around my arms. My heart skipped excitedly.

Hold onto me and never let go again. Promise me.

A soft, blissful hum now errupted from my throat as well, the result of my full surrender to this moment, this union, this fated encounter. Her hold on me tightened every now and then, which I had initially taken for a good sign but now it caused for a gradually increasing, dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach. Had she only tightened her grip entirely, as if wanting to feel more of me and to pull me closer, I would've remained thrilled but she was rather piercing her nails and fingertips into my arms. This was tension, not grip. Holding out, not holding on. Was she...in pain? The mere thought of it intensified the dread building in me, which made my worry seem justified. I took it as confirmation and felt my excitement dying down to be replaced by full alert. If she was in pain...why couldn't I feel it the way I was supposed to? It took quite a bit of concentration to get past the sensations the kiss had invoked to finally notice waves of discomfort pulsing through her. Even so, they felt diluted, like I was met with a barrier keeping me from picking them up in their full extent. The onesided mate bond. Dammit.
Was this my fault? Had I overwhelemed her? Was she uncomfortable because of me? The fact that I had to push through the delight the kiss had caused however implied that that was the predominant sensation. If I made her feel good, what was making her feel discomfort? Could I distract her from it? Put the focus on the kiss until it washed away any other discomfort? It was worth a try, wasn't it? Not like I could've stopped myself from milking this opportunity to the utmost anyway.
My arm slid fully across her back, from the left side of her waist to the right, pulling her into me even further, while my other hand moved to the back of her neck, fingers slightly raking into her hair to secure her head as I deepened the kiss even further. As gently as my lips rolled onto hers, the kiss was of significantly more sensual and hungrier nature than before, making her take a deep breath as she gave in to me and entrusted me with full control. I never knew how incredible a kiss could feel until this day, since I had only kissed one girl prior to Y/N. As I now knew, I had in fact not kissed another girl prior; I had just made a fool of myself. This and only this was kissing. Nothing else could ever compare. Back then I had no idea what I was doing, but now with Y/N... I didn't even have to think about it. It just clicked and felt right and was right and just good.